The Professor and Sean II
By: Scotty
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
 

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Chapter 1

[Ryan narrates].

After an uneasy night of sleep, which had been punctuated by moans and soft cries from Sean, I was awake as the sun peaked over the horizon and began to lighten the room. He was still asleep, his head on my chest, and his arm holding me tightly. I dared not move, as I didn't wish to awaken him. As I lay there waiting for him to stir, I tried to process the experience of the night before.

I had no idea what Sean's nightmare was about, but I was certain that it was terrible and so frightening for him that he awakened himself with that terrible cry. I could only imagine what it might have been, and I wondered if it might have had something to do with the upcoming adoption, or some family tragedy that played itself out in his mind. I supposed that he might at some point tell me, but I promised myself that I would not inquire about it, choosing rather to let him be master of the moment, and choose when and if he wanted to tell me. He stirred, pulling himself more tightly against me as he rubbed his face against my chest. I stroked his curly hair as gently as I could, trying with that simple gesture to assure him that I was there and ready to take care of him. But still he did not move in a way that would indicate that he was awake.

The sun was now shining brightly through the eastern window, flooding the bedroom with light. I had to move, to go relieve my bladder. I whispered softly,

"Baby, are you awake?"

"Hmm!" and then some unintelligible language I could not decipher. Sean, are you awake? Baby, I need to get up to go to the bathroom," I told him.

I felt him pull himself closer to me, holding me so tightly that I almost couldn't breathe. I felt something warm on my chest, and I realized suddenly that the warmth was from Sean's tears. He was weeping and I didn't know what to do or what to say. I swallowed as hard as I could to keep my emotions in check. I waited for what seemed an eternity before I said anything. Finally with my arms tight around the person I loved most in the whole world, I asked him in a low voice, almost a whisper,

"Baby, what's the matter? You should be happy and full of joy. Tomorrow we're headed out to visit sunny Florida and Mom and Dad. Why the tears, Baby?"

Now it was uncontrolled sobbing and I was a total emotional and physical wreck.

"Please, please, Sean, let me help. I love you so much that my heart breaks when I know you are unhappy. Tell me, please, Baby, what's wrong?"

He slowly pulled himself away from me and sat up in the bed. He looked pale and almost sick, and I became even more alarmed. I pushed some hair from his forehead and leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. His eyes, those beautiful eyes, pierced me, almost like daggers, searching, I think, for the innermost depths of my being, and into my soul. His sobbing had stopped, but tears still ran down his face, falling like drops of crystal onto his chest. Finally he took my hand and asked me,

"Ryan, have you ever thought about dying?"

"What?"

"I mean, have you ever wondered what I would do if you were no longer here? I..., I..." and the tears returned.

I was surprised, flabbergasted and a little angry. What a thing to be thinking about. What would have brought this to the forefront for him? Then I remembered last night and the terrifying nightmare that he had. How could I have been so stupid? He had now leaned back onto the pillows without a smile, without the sparkle in those blue eyes.

"Sean, does this have something to do with the nightmare you had last night? Something is very wrong with you this morning and I want to get to the bottom of it. I want you back, Sean, back the way you are: happy, filled with joy, humor and caring. Let me help, please, Baby, let me help," I begged him.

He threw himself into my arms and hugged me to him with a fury.

"Don't you ever leave me. Don't you ever think about leaving me. I couldn't go on. I wouldn't want to go on. I love you more than my life, Ryan. I would gladly die for you. Please, please, I am begging you don't die."

I pushed him away from me, and shook him by the shoulders, forcing him to look into my eyes, to relate to me in a deep, personal way. He looked frightened and wary, almost as if he didn't trust me, but I forged on,

"I am not about to die, Sean. Get that shit out of your mind. I am here and I am healthy, and I love you. Understand?"

Amid the gasps for breath, he managed to blurt out,

"But Ryan you did die in my nightmare and I was left alone with the boys, and it was terrible, and it was your funeral, and I screamed because I didn't want them to put you in the ground. Do you understand? It was pure hell. I wanted to join you."

I stroked him gently and spoke with the most caring and loving voice I have,

"Oh, Baby, I am so sorry about the nightmare, but it isn't true. We don't even have the boys yet, and when we do get them, we have a long life ahead, loving them and raising them. We have years to love each other. Sean, everyone dies. No one selects the time or the place. But that is part of life. Those of us who are left alive, must do the right thing: we have to go on living. If anything happened to you, my beloved, I would be filled with a sorrow that I cannot imagine. But I would go on, especially, if we get the boys. In those boys I would see you, Sean, because you would have made them ours, if not by birth, than by love. It would be like a part of you still was with me. My God, Sean, I love you so much." Without meaning to, I felt the tears well up into my eyes and flow down my cheeks.

There we were, hugging each other in our marriage bed, quietly crying, each of us knowing that we loved the other with a depth of caring too mysterious and spiritual to explain. In that moment, we knew we had touched upon the meaning of our lives, to love each other, to love the boys if we were to get them, to do our best with what fate and God would hand us, and to love each other for all eternity.

I sensed, and I suspect Sean did, too, that we were about to embark on another part of our lives. We were ready for it. Finally, we broke our embrace, scrambled out of bed and started the new day, the sun shining brightly as a reflection of the happiness in our souls.

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[Sean narrates].

Because Ryan had helped me to understand that I had experienced a terrible nightmare and that the two of us had a great deal more life to live, I was able, at least at that moment, to put my fears away into some subconscious filing cabinet labeled as an archive. There it would stay, until something in our life force would open the drawer, and let it out again. At the present, Ryan was alive and well, and he was mine to love and care for in the years to come.

I could no longer worry about what might be. Now was the time to enjoy my husband, my lover, my Ryan. So much was happening in the next few weeks and months, that I need all my energy to fulfill my responsibilities: first the trip to Florida, then the Spring Convocation and the announcement of the chair I had established in Ryan's name, and the concert where we had decided collectively that I would play Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, Op. 21. There would be a couple of other things I would play as encores if the audience called for them. There was also the building going on at the cabin in Vermont and, of utmost importance, was our attempt to adopt the boys.

The day before we were leaving for Florida was a busy and fun day. Ryan was in an especially happy and joyful mood. He was so loving to me, hugging me and kissing me frequently, so that one time we both got so hot that we ended up on the floor of the living room tangled in Christmas lights and decorations passionately making love . Having him in me helped make me feel safe and loved. On his insistence, I returned the favor.

I hadn't told Ryan, or anyone else, about another of my silly little extras for the flight to Florida. I had engaged a stretch limousine to pick us up and take us to Logan. It would meet us when we returned, and I had also engaged them to pick up Rog and Greg if they decided to come home earlier than we planned.

At time that day, he and I were like schoolgirls getting ready for a sleep over. He was relaxed and happy, and then it struck me: of course he was happy, he would be seeing Mom and Dad after a couple of months. I loved them equally as much as he did, but it was a fact that they were his Mom and Dad and it was not unlike the boys we planned to adopt; loved, but not original issue. I had learned from Mom and Dad how easy it is to love someone outside the family tree. I kept getting that image of what love is like, a widening circle that simply keeps encompassing all those you love. Ry might be at the center, but from that center outward were all the others I had learned to love, had wanted to love. And the remarkable thing to learn was that the intensity of the love never diminished, but it seemed to grow in strength as it encpmpassed other nuances of love yet undiscovered by me.

Late that morning, in fact, just before lunch, we had gone over our checklist to determine that we had taken care of all the necessaries, both in packing and in leaving the townhouse for a few weeks. We were fortunate that Jerrod has agreed to check the townhouse for us while we were away. He had stayed here during Christmas and planned to remain here while Kevin continued in rehab. In our earlier phone conversation, he had told us that Kevin was making slow and painful improvement. He told us that Kevin was having most difficulty dealing with the terrible way he had treated him. Jer said that Kevin had asked to be forgiven so many times that it began to be annoying. It was easy to tell that Jer really loved the guy, not only by the manner in which he related the facts, but more so by the love his voice gave away, even though he thought he had cleverly disguised it.

Once we had double-checked the list, we were comfortable that we had taken care of everything that needed to be done. We somehow ended up on the sofa, Ry sitting comfortably at the end with me lying on my back with my head in his lap. We were so contented, so at ease. Ry, as usual, began to stroke my hair, letting his finger moved to my ear, which as usual, brought immediate reaction to my penis. Of course, he knew that, and reveled in the fact. If that wasn't enough, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, pausing long enough to lick my lips with his tongue. I was really turned on now, and so was he, as I could feel his engorged penis pushing against the back of my head. I didn't move. He spoke.

"So, baby, got any ideas on how we might while away some of the time we have. I know we have dinner to worry about, but not for a bit. Can you think of anything that might be helpful to do right now?"

I turned my head and pushed my face into his crotch, gently, but firmly biting his crotch. I was so horny.

"Oh, Baby, don't stop," he gasped.

I sat up, and opened his shorts at the waist, pulling down the zipper and then pulled them down and off his legs. His cock was rising in its full glory. I wanted it and the load he had for me. I leaned in and licked the head of his cock. He groaned, and pulled off his T-shirt. I moved my face up to his nipples and licked and bit on them, at the same time stroking his hot hardon. He deftly pulled my T-shirt off and struggled to reach my shorts. I helped, by getting out of them and kneeling on the sofa with my erection sticking out like a pulsating magic wand before me.

Ry moved toward me, bending and taking my cock into his mouth. I groaned and took his head in my hands and held him tightly to myself. He was working wonders with his tongue as he reached between my legs with one hand and was working my hot ass, getting me hornier and hornier. I pulled his legs onto the sofa, as I stepped away from it. He lay naked and in full erection below me. I turned and presented him with my cock and I knelt, one leg on either side of his chest and slowly took him into my mouth and throat. In this sixty-nine position we each were making love to the other's erect cock.

He had taken me deep into his throat and I was enjoying our hot sex immensely, when he took my cock out of his mouth and pulled me back so that my hot hole was in his face. He knew what to do, licking my crack and playing around my anus with his tongue, driving me crazy. Going further he began to tongue-fuck my hole, making me beg for his hard cock presently down my throat.

He spun me around and my hole was quivering above his hard-precum-dripping-saliva-slippery cock. I slowly sat down, taking him deeply into me. That was what I wanted. I began to ride him, slowly at first and then with more speed, banging against his pubes and balls. His breathing was increasing and perspiration dripped off both of us. He had placed his hands under my ass and helped lift me off and then let me down. He kept telling me how much he loved my ass and how his cock felt so good. We continued this way for some minutes and I was getting close when he abruptly put his hand on my thighs, stopping any movement.

He then lifted me up off his cock. I was disappointed until he pushed me onto my back on the sofa and swallowed my cock, getting me slippery with saliva. He quickly turned and sat down on my hard cock without ceremony, taking me fully up his hot, tight ass, until he was sitting on my pubes. Then he began to ride me, fucking himself on my hard cock, going faster and faster, deeper and deeper until, with a loud groan, I began to fill him with my hot cum. At the same time, with a spasm, Ry's cock shot his hot cum all over us; chests, faces, hair. It was delicious!

Well, we had found a way to use up some of our extra time. We were both satisfied campers.

********

[Ryan narrates].

After our sex on the sofa, I was inclined toward taking a short nap. I told Sean that, and after I had gotten off his love tool, I laid down by his side with my head on his chest. He began to stroke my hair, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

The ringing of the phone awakened sometime later. I quickly reached it and answered. It was Rog.

"You guys all ready for tomorrow morning. Greg and I are all packed and acting like two kids who know they are on their way to Disney World," he said with laughter. I joined his laughter, only softly as Sean was still sleeping.

"We're ready and probably as excited as you two guys are. This is a big first for Sean. He's never been on an airplane before, and except for traveling to State from Vermont, he has not been anywhere. You know, Rog, I'm probably excited because I know that he is, and I know what a wonderful experience this will be for him," I responded.

"No kidding, Ry. I'm worse than a youngster with a new toy. I can't wait to get to Florida and get to some of the amusement parks. I love the rides, and the atmosphere. Everyone is so happy there. It's a magical place," said a boisterous and energetic Greg

"I know what you mean, and 'magic' is the word. I love the rides, too. I hope that Sean will like them," I told them.

A sleepy Sean responded, "Don't worry, I will like them whatever they are. I bet that's Rog and Greg on the phone. Are they ready to go?" he asked.

"Sean's ready for anything that we are. He's been talking about the rides and the amusement parks for the last few days. Here, let him tell you himself," I offered, and handed the phone to Sean.

"Hi, guys. I'm psyched to go. I want to enjoy the sun, the beach, the ocean, the amusement parks, everything. So are you two all ready for tomorrow?"

"Right you are, Sean. Ready to go, excited, and we probably won't get much sleep tonight," answered a laughing Greg.

Rog interrupted quickly. "It will be from excitement about the trip, my horny lover, not sex. I intend to get a good night's sleep so that we can enjoy ourselves in Florida," came his amused retort.

With a straight face and no laughter, Sean told them,

"You might as well know, Ryan and I have agreed that we will not have sex while we are in Florida. It's sort of penance; you know, like Lent or something. We think it will eventually improve our relationship. What do you guys think?" he asked.

"You're shitting us. Come on, Sean, we know you are a horny young stud. No sex for two or three weeks? I don't believe you. It's just bullshit," argued Greg.

"For once, I totally agree with Greg. Sean, give the phone to your better half. I want to talk to Ryan."

I handed the phone to Ry, and at the same time worked diligently not to break into uncontrollable laughter. I think that Sean thought I might lose it, too, but I didn't.

I continued our ruse. "Yeah, I thought we needed a break from unbridled sex every time one of us gets a little horny. It seems to take away from the ultimate pleasure of sex if you are continually fucking each other. We might feel each other up, but no cumming with the other's help. That will have to be taken care of only by solo masturbation," I said without any hint of humor.

A frustrated, almost angry Rog, told us:

"That is, without a doubt, the biggest line of crap I have ever heard. Look, Ryan, if you think I will, for a single second, believe that you could turn away Sean, that beautiful sexy young lover of yours, then you must think I am a real dummy."

A boisterous Greg, added, "For heaven's sake, Ryan, you get hard just thinking about him. I don't believe you, not for a moment."

By this time, Sean had gotten his phone and we both began laughing loudly.

"You assholes!" exclaimed Greg. And he started to laugh, too.

"Ryan Taylor, you just wait. I plan to get you good, so be on the lookout. How could anyone not want to make love to your Sean? He's just about perfect. And how could he not want to jump your bones anytime he was with you for more than a minute. After all, Ry, you are also a stud. Spell that in capitals: S.T.U.D!" and he was laughing now, too.

"You got us," laughed Sean.

"Sorry if we offended you two. It was just a little fun for us. We wanted to lighten up the conversation. It was Sean's idea you know. He started it; I just joined in," I told them.

"It's okay, guys," said a laughing Greg. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep you're hands off each other for more than ten minutes. You're both horny bastards."

Rog joined in, saying,

"Right on. I can't even imagine how many times a day and night you two get it on. Even old guys like me and Greg have our times. To give it up for three weeks? No way! I couldn't do that. I love him too much for that silliness."

Sean broke in,

"You know, don't you, that I can't ever get enough of my lover and husband. If he didn't make love to me regularly, I think I might flip out."

"I know I would if the reverse were true. I desire Sean twenty-four hours a day. He is my sustenance. Let's forget this little prank. Look, we're going to pick you guys up tomorrow morning at abut 5:30 AM. We should be at Logan by 6:30 so that we can be there an hour before our flight at 7:35. We get into West Palm Beach at 11:05. Sean has reserved a car for us, so we'll be off quickly and on to Mom and Dad's place. Does that sound reasonable?" I asked.

"Yes!" came the reply in unison from our good friends.

"Good enough, then," I said. "We'll see you then. Bye"

"Bye," chimed in Sean.

"Bye!" they both responded. And the line went dead. I hung up the phone, as did Sean.

"How about some dinner?" I asked him.

"Fine with me," he answered. We headed to the kitchen.

********

[Sean narrates].

We had a simple dinner, enjoying it in the dining room. Cleanup took Ry only a little while. He insisted that I practice the piano, which I dutifully did, but frankly my mind was on the airplane flight tomorrow, and seeing Florida, and being with Mom and Dad again. Ry would look at me from the kitchen door, smile, and return to his tasks in the kitchen. I was having some difficulties with the piece, but I knew it was a lack of concentration. Finally Ry came into the living room, came over to the piano and sat beside me on the bench.

Having trouble concentrating, Baby?"

"Yeah, I'm excited about tomorrow. I'm just a little concerned about flying, too," I told Ry.

"Baby, there's no reason to worry about flying. It's really safe; in fact, it's safer than driving in a car. And, Baby, I'll be with you and if you get frightened, you can hold my hand. How does that sound?" he asked me.

"You could make love to me, Hon. That would take my mind off flying, but I doubt that we could do that even in First Class," I said with a laugh.

"You're right about that, Baby. But maybe I could carefully stroke your cock. Think that would help?" he asked me.

"It's worth a try," I replied.

"Now play something for me. I love your playing and how happy you make me when I hear you," he told me.

I began playing the Concerto that I would be performing at the concert. Ry had his arm around my waist, which didn't interfere with my playing at all. I didn't even finish the first movement when Ry began to kiss my neck. I couldn't continue as I was beginning to be sexually stimulated.

I turned and kissed my lover strongly, letting him know that I was stimulated. He took me by the hand and led me away from the piano.

"I think," he said, "that it's time for bed. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

I didn't argue, but followed him to the bedroom, just pausing enough to turn off lights. When we reached the bedroom, Ry set the alarm clock for early in the morning. We then took off our clothing, went to the bathroom, showered, brushed our teeth, took a leak, and returned to the bedroom where we slipped into the bed naked.

I was quickly into the arms of my lover. He kissed me gently, and whispered to me,

"Baby, I really want you right now, but let's just hold each other and fall asleep. We can have sex as often as you want in Florida. We'll have our own suite at Mom and Dads so we'll have privacy. And when we travel, we'll always have private rooms."

As an answer, I hugged my lover, and rested my head on his chest. He reached out and turned off the lights. Before I knew it I was falling asleep. I was comfortable and with the person most important in my life.

Tomorrow would be another day.

To be continued...

A special thank you to my editor, Wayne, whose conscientious editing contributes to the quality of the storytelling. He is an extraordinarily competent editor, a real friend, and a gentleman.

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Chapter 1-34 Posted: 07/20/07